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Something’s knock, knock, knocking,
Knocking at my bedroom door
As I lay here trembling,
Trembling on the cold, wet floor

I must wait, must wait it out,
Not make a noise, not scream nor shout
For if it hears me, it will know,
That I’m in here trembling, hoping it will go

The knocking gets louder, and I’m chilled with fear,
There’s nothing to do but hope and pray
I can feel the horrible presence, oh so near,
I hope, I hope the monster goes away